I am a bit clumsy. If I can drop it, trip over it, fall onto it, or hurt myself in some way…it’s almost guaranteed I will. Once, I dropped my napkin in a restaurant and when I bent under the table to retrieve it, I hit my head underneath the table and then I jerked my head back and banged my face on the chair. I ended up with a huge bruise on my cheek and my story sounded so made up that more than one person asked if I was covering up for J hitting me!
Well…this past weekend, I did it again. I was standing at the kitchen sink, washing a pan. When it was clean, I turned to put the pan on top of the stove. I didn’t realize that the dog had come into the room and laid down…right behind me. As I turned, I realized that I was going to kick the dog. In order to avoid that, I sort of jumped over her…which is exactly the kind of thing I’m far too uncoordinated to pull off.
I lost my balance and I went flying toward the stove. I threw the pan onto the stove top so my hands would be free to break my fall. I managed to catch myself just inches before I slammed my face into the stove. When I righted myself, I realized that the pan had hit the back of the stove top and made a dent. I also had two broken nails and a stubbed toe. And the dog was cowering in the other room…freaked out from all the commotion.
Luckily, neither Sadie nor I really got hurt. And now I have a permanent reminder in my kitchen to be a little more careful!